put up with, and never, not to say, washed their-selves; and no lady could expect it of her. Her face grew red, and she fell to folding the clean clothes with a fierce energy, while mischievous Bobby looked on, delighted to have roused her so effectually.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Fane and her husband had arranged their preparations for the reception of their relatives from overseas, and planned the rooms they were to have, the food they would be most likely to require, and the line of conduct to be observed towards the dreaded Hindu servants.
Three weeks after, one sweet June day, a carriage drove up to the door, and deposited on its steps, first, a tall, sunburned gentleman, and then a pretty though tired looking lady, and last of all, a slender, coffee-colored young man, dressed in white, holding in his arms a very pale little girl.
Mr. and Mrs. Fane hurried out with the
